Note: This was written almost exclusively on my smartphone, and then hastily spackled together as soon as I had access to a working laptop. Needless to say, my current commitment to cogent argument is about as strong as Tyler Myers's commitment to completing passes out of the zone.

Nailed it.

Let's get something out of the way early, shall we? The Sabres are a good hockey team. For all the griping amongst the fanbase about defensive lapses or offensive slumps or goaltending performances - all of which can cause their fair share of hair-pulling in any given game - there is enough talent on the team that I am generally willing to believe that this team will put together enough wins to get into the playoffs and make a decent run of it. I'm excited about that.

That caveat out of the way, the Sabres deeper and more fundamental problem as I see it, and has been shouted from the mountaintops in the 19 or so hours since last night's festival of suck - rearing it's ugly head early in the season, familiar to fans of this team who cherish grit and heart and pride and self-preservation up and down the roster - is testicular.

In other words, this team needs to sack the fuck up.

With as much talent, and as many years of franchise history riddled with regret and frustration, you wonder how a group of supposedly proud professionals can so consistently respond to being pushed around by playing 60 minutes of soulless hockey. Sure, this is nothing new, but each time it happens to this same group of guys, their predictably passive response implies that they are simply missing the big picture. For as incapable as they are to exact just and swift retribution (whether you want to call it grittiness or goonery), it's as if they'd have us believe that Miller has never been run before, as if it's some surprise, when we all know that "Miller getting run" is one of the few dependable hallmarks of Sabres 21st century hockey.

For those keeping score at home, it bears mentioning that the other hallmarks of recent Sabres hockey: (1) porous defending, (2) inexplicable commitments to players who don't produce, (3) whining about calls we don't deserve and (4) tired memes about "needing to be better."

Ladies and gentlemen, your Buffalo Sabres.

I'm a simple man of simple pleasures. I want my hockey skilled and heading towards goal, sure, but - stripped down to the barest of essentials, the most fundamental of building blocks - I need my team to play like they fucking get it. I need them to have an identity that carries from game to game, sustaining them and ensuring that, when push comes to shove, they play with a purpose. For all the talk about "putting together a full game," I actually require more while also requiring less. Fuck the sixty minutes. I don't need perfect efforts every night, and I'm willing to give a pass for a rough night where shit just doesn't click. What I don't have any tolerance for is the kind of team that we're still, inexplicably used to seeing - one that seems to dwell so heavily on the sixty minutes of regulation that it loses any and all ability to focus on how a particular game can shape this team's identity. It's soul.

When Milan Lucic runs Miller, the short-sightedness of our team - perhaps by design - makes sure that the sole focus is on winning the game. Yet, in doing so, this team - as it has done for so long - conveniently ignores the reality that their 60 minute effort doesn't exist in a vacuum. Their actions have consequences. And their inactions make them look, plainly to all those teams preparing to play them next game or week or month, like spineless turds skating around the ice, hoping that talent alone will bring them to the promised land. From game to game, on the micro level of analysis, this strategy is not necessarily a bad one. Yet, as we know all too well, the in-game behavioral trends of this team tell a much broader story about what they expect - undeserved respect on the ice - and what they will accept - teams treating them like a group of overpaid skill players who will NEVER defend themselves or, more importantly, their goaltender.

Fans have struggled with this reality for long enough, and the team would have us believe - each time this issue comes up - that they understand the need for progress. Yet, for all the times we see token strides to get tougher guys on the roster, we're yet again back at square one, struggling to find answers about whether this team will have what it takes.

"I can do more. I'm embarrassed that we didn't respond the way we should have. It falls on myself. I look at myself first, and I wasn't good enough." ~ Paul Gaustad

I want to believe Goose when he responds - in words, not actions - like he did in his postgame interview last night. But, with the echoes of last night and those from the past still ringing in lockstep with my weekend hangover, when presented with quotes to those that followed Miller being slewfooted by Gomez, or Vanek being assaulted by Boychuck, I can't help but settle on "Are You Fucking Kidding Me?" as the default reaction to these tired excuses.

This is a good team. But, until they start playing with enough self-respect to fight and scrap when they're basically being played for bitches, they're still a ways away from a Cup.

I agree! Pretty well put. Leaves me to question, however, what the solution is! I think it comes from a lack of commitment for the logo on their chest. Sure, they've been given all these new treats like the locker room, but have they been given the history lesson? Do they know the history of this team? Do they REALLY care about the logo on the chest?!?! I think they believe they do, but they really don't. Since we've tried yelling at them (see Lindy) and questioning their skill (see the media), why not try something different? Last year pre-playoffs, the Bruins took their squad to Lake Placid and had a "team" meeting. Perhaps the Sabres could try this?! Just a thought...

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Mike

11/13/2011 11:30:10 am

Ah yes. The Sabres as the Tin Man meme.
To some extent it has some merit. As much as we all make fun of the "the Sabres were never the same after July 1, 2007" people, it has some merit. The Sabres had two captains who provided that soul. I like Jason Pominville a lot, and he's a "character player" who "leads by example" but he's not going to hold fuck all accountable. He's about as threatening as a dustmop.
I feel like the Sabres tried to address this with Grier and Niedermayer last year, and both those players have the soul. But they were also way past their prime. It was a patch at best, and now both are missing. And the Sabres have not exactly been drafting those players either.
Those players are admittedly hard to come by, but they need to trade for them stat. Darcy has said a lot about the "core" of the team. But you know what? I'm beginning to wonder if the core doesn't need two captains breathing down their necks to succeed. They haven't won a playoff series since 2007, and if they can't get the job done (and it's looking like they can't) then a new core might be needed.

The Sabres lack of response was disturbing. But not surprising either. Like you pointed out, by our inactivity we have sent out the message that teams can (and will) have their way with us physically.

I do have more faith right now in Pegula & Black than in Regier & Ruff. The way I see it, this year is the opportunity given to the 'core' (the Amerks kids who all came up to the Sabres together).. and if come playoffs they haven't developed an identity and some character, then I fully believe that the ownership is going to make drastic changes.

Pegula wants trophies, and out of (misguided) respect, gave Darcy a chance to build a winner from the remnants of the old team. Darcy has been handed enough rope, and he's building a handy noose out of it.

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Mark

11/19/2011 03:18:45 am

The Sabres need a Mark Messier type of player. Skilled, tough, proud, and mean when he needs to be. Mean to his opponents (not to the point of crippling anybody), and mean to his own team mates when they are basically fucking the dog. A player that can be intimidating just by the way he looks at you.